Yan-gant-y-tan

 

Upon a sodden shore
I wandered drunk
and quite unsure

For I thought
I'd seen 5 lights
illuminating this
darkest of nights..

As I approached they seemed
as if wanting to play
for the closer I got
the further they traveled away.



Hours of this
or so it seemed to be
when I finally looked around
lost was I,
and there was he.



Standing about 5 foot tall
a foul and disgusting
atrocious troll..

Eyes flaming like hells own coal
puckered mouth, egregious hole

purulence excrescence


and a fetid stench
I still recall.



Whirling flames upon his hands
Drunk was I
but knew this creature to be no man.



I remembered a story
from when I was ten
my mother telling me of
will-o'-the-wisp


Yan-gant_y_tan


Using his lights
to lead many astray

off of course

into a place where you'll never
again see the light of day


doomed to wander just as he.



Now here I am
and
it's him I see...

Lost in the night
nowhere to flee.






Forever

I'm haunting the shores
of Finistère,
in the shadows of night

I linger
a candle upon
each finger

awaiting lonely travelers
to lead them faraway

and

interduce them to

Yan-gant-y-tan

so by his side
they'll be condemned
to forever stay.